Tough Cookies Don't Crumble

Last weekend was a blast! I went to Austin to help celebrate some April birthdays. The weekend was a true whirlwind and I think I'm still recovering.

Friday night Kel and I decided to try out a new restaurant, Mesa Ranch. We walk in and it's packed. As we look around, we slowly realize everyone is 60+ years old. Kinda funny, it felt like Luby's at 5pm, but we checked our watches, it was 7:30pm. We sat by candle-light, ordered up our fried cactus and enjoyed a very delicious meal. Had to call it an early night because of all our activities planned for Saturday...

Saturday morning was eventful...Renee, Ann Marie, Kelly and I all went to a Tri-class at the gym. We started out on the bikes and I kept having flash-backs to high school with Kelly. We were getting in trouble for all the chit-chat. He said we weren't working hard enough and came back to turn up the resistance on our bikes (the belly gave me a pass). Renee proceeds to tell our lovely instructor that we are tough cookies (the triathlon training group) and our motto is: Tough Cookies Don't Crumble! She asked him what his motto is, he said, "Move your Ass!" Good one! After our butts were numb we treated ourselves to a protein smoothie, yum yum! The day continued on a crazy path...pedicures, lunch, a trip to Saks (to attend Katelyn's bra fitting seminar), and to top it off -- a great Birthday BBQ backyard party!